"Please don't stay in bed and watch youtbers every day." "Don't worry, I wont." I took my suitcase and and got out of the car. "You're 19 years old, you need to get a life." I looked offened at her. "Bye mom." I turned away and walked up to the door.
Oh, I almost forgot. I'm Samnatha Fabray, but call me Sam. maybe you're wondering what that conversation with my mom was about. Well, it's pretty simple. I'm a 19 years old girl, and most 19 years old girls, they go to parties and gets wasted, they go to college and have loads of friends. Well not me, I spend most of my days wrapped in a blanket looking at my computer screen. And my best friend is my brother, I'm going to stay at his place the next couple of months. I dropped out of college last month, it's not because I'm stupid or anything, It just wasn't my thing. My parents don't trust me, especially since I got a genius as brother, who by the way is already an animal doctor and he's only 24 years old. So yeah that's me.
Well back to reality.
I took the elevator to my brother's floor, because who wan'ts to take the stairs? He lives in 4B, if my memory is right. I've never vistied him before so I'm pretty excited to see the apartment and everything. The first thing I spotted was his grey sweater.
"Why are you wearing a sweater, we're in California!" I couldn't help but laugh as I ran to hug him. He didn't hug me back, why wasn't he hugging me back? I pulled a bit away, and saw that his brown eyes were replaced by green ones and his blonde hair was replaced with a brown quiff. Oh god, it's Connor Franta! I pulled completly away, and then I just stood there awkwardly. "Hey, just 'cause you're wearing an awesome t-shirt doesn't mean you get to pick on other people's clothes!" Shit, I was wearing his merch. "I'm so sorry, I was looking for my brother Jeremy. But you're not Jeremy, you're Connor. I'm Samantha, but please call me Sam. This is aw-" "Don't worry! So Samantha, how old are you?" He smiled at me. "I'm 19, and please just call me Samantha." His smile grew even bigger. " What are you doing here, Samantha?" God, he was annoying. "SAM is visting her brother, Jeremy. But apparently I went wrong, so now I'm here, and it's very awkward." I was in fucking sweat pants, his merch, no makeup and just-got-fucked hair, when I met Connor fucking Franta. "But if you're 19, aren't you supposed to be in college?" His voice sounded so confused, it was way to cute. "Uhm, well I kind of dropped out.." "So you're a rebel." He smiled at me again and I couln't help but laugh, ew my laugh, it sounded disgusting. "So, why did you drop out?" "Can we maybe talk at another time? You're smoking hot. " IDIOT. "And I look like trash." "You look beautiful." What?! Did he really just say that? I think I'm dying. "But anyway, I was on my way to film a video. Jeremy lives in 4D, bye Samantha. I hope we'll run into each other again, then I promise to hug you back." BREATHE SAM BREATHE. "Well, I guess I'll see you then." When he closed the door I couldn't but help but let out a small scream. I mean, I just met Connor. I kept wondering if it was a dream, I even pinched myself. But then I remembered why I was here. 4D. I knocked on the door, and there he was, my brother. His brown eyes shined with happiness as soon as he saw me, he hugged me and lifted me up in the air. "Wait let me guess. You've met Connor?" He'd spotted my half wet eyes. I nodded excitingly. "Well he is quite handsome I must say." Did I forgot to mention that my brother is bisexual?
"Well, come inside!" I did my best puppy eyes. "NOO! Sam, we stopped doing that 3 years ago!" I started to pout my lips. "Fine, you win!" He turned his back to me and bent a bit in his knees, and I jumped on the top of his back. He took my suitcase in his hand as he ran around his apartment, with me on his back. Two bedrooms, one living room, one bathroom and one kitchen. When we reached my room for the next 3 months,I jumpd down from his back. Carefully I pushed open the white door. "It's to much!" He just shaked in response. There was a huge bed and sweet white nightstand. The bed was covered in pillows and a blanket. I couldn't help but jumping right into the pillow pile. "I'm glad you like it!" He laughed. "Thank you so so much! This is amazing!" I gave him my biggest smile. "Anything for you, sis." I got up and hugged him. "Well, I'm gonna let you pack out." He closed the door to my new room.
Within a few hours my room was personalized. My clothes was in the big white closet, my makeup on the table in front of the mirror, my MacBook Pro was on the bed, my speakers on the nightstand, my Canon T3I and the tripod was in the corner. I've always thought of becoming a photographer, but most of the time I just took pictures for my Instagram. I've got 30k followers, so I can't be that bad a photographer.
Right when I thought I was done packing out, I remembered the last thing. "Jeremy, do you got some tape?" I yelled. I heard his footsteps coming closer. "Have I got what?" I laughed a bit. "Do you got some tape?" "Yeah, I'll go get it." He quickly came back with some tape. "Thank you!" I took out my "I can't stop watching youtubers" poster, and taped it to the wall. Tyler Oakley was my favorite youtuber. I'd watched him for 2 years now, and he surely was my favorite person.
I stayed in bed watching a tv-show. Around 7 p.m, Jeremy knocked on the door. "Hey, are you hungry?" I paused my show. "Not really no." I was about tp hit play, but then, "Well, you need to eat someything!" "I ate in San Diego." He looked worried at me. "That's almost 3 hours ago." "I'm not hungry, Jeremy." I hit play, I was trying to ignore him right now. "What are you watching?" "Orange is the new black." I refused to hit pause again. "Which episode?" "Bye bye Jeremy."
After I'd watched 3 episodes, it was 10 p.m and I was already tired. I guess it can't hurt to get some sleep. I layed down and closed my eyes. I was thinikng of Connor, LA, my parents in San Diego, Kardashian Hollywood game - If you're not addicted anymore you never really wore. With my thoughts on Willow Pape I fell asleep.
